Julia Alvarez
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WOMAN’S WORK
Who says a woman’s work isn’t high art?
She’d challenge as she scrubbed the bathroom tiles. Keep house as if the address were your heart.
We’d clean the whole upstairs before we’d start downstairs. I’d sigh, hearing my friends outside. Doing her woman’s work was a hard art
to practice when the summer sun would bar the floor I swept till she was satisfies.
She kept me prisoner in her housebound heart.
She’ shine the tines of forks, the wheels of carts, cut lacy lattices for all her pies.
Her woman’work was nothing less than art.
And, I, her masterpiece since I was smart,
was primed, praised, polished, scolded and advised to keep a house much better than my heart.
56 American Poetry
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